One day, Nathan might learn to stop apologizing so much. Stop apologizing for things that don't need it, or aren't his fault . . . Maybe. But a day like that is a long way off.

"It was just . . . a bad Echo." Which is about the extent to which he is willing to discuss anything at the moment. Too soon to go into detail about it with anyone. And his feelings about this Echo are likely to only get worse once his brain stops obsessing over the deaths and he remembers the remarkably callous words he'd spoken. "I do appreciate your stopping to help."

He pushes himself up, and standing hardly does anything to alter any perception that he is a kid. Half a foot shorter than Tony, clothes that are obviously too big for him.